"But mould it I shall!" he affirmed and smoothed down the unruly spray of hair over Jay's eyes and ears. Almost forgetting again he produced a black shiny device and placed it in the young man's mouth before sealing it over and shaping the lips to give it an appearance of being covered in a tight stretch fabric.
He had managed to spread the waxen hair down just above the lips where he skillfully blended it down around the nose making it look as if the spandex was stretched tightly over it. Flattening the wax hair around his subject's ears, the Caretaker reduced the definition of the ear itself, so much so that it eventually became no more than a slight bump on either side of Jay's forcefully changed face.
Moving to the eye area, he smoothed the wax down over them. If Jay had been lucid to the time he'd notice that he was able to see out through the wax covering his eyes as clearly as if they weren't covered at all. A mystical effect of the magic wax. The Caretaker took a stylus and faintly traced the semicircles that would form the signature eye symbols.
He then smoothed down the top of his subject's head starting at the forehead and drawing all the excess wax over the skull and all the way to the nape. Breaking off the excess and smoothing down nape, he gave a final inspection before painting.
Jay was practically bald after the procedure, his mouth sealed shut forever with a device that would spout jokes and quips lodged permanently in his throat, ears barely visible about his head and eyes never to be seen again.
That was when the Caretaker recalled the feet. He didn't have tight enough boots for this outfit. So he bent over and with his knife merged the toes into a mass and brought them to a shapely point, then tilting the boy back on the table, he flattened the soles of the feet and then looked at the result. It was as if Jay had put on a tight pair of socks that had a hard sole, just the effect the Caretaker wanted. he then produced two small devices with little silver nozzles and pressed one into each of Jay's wrists. They sank in effortlessly like a rock in quicksand only leaving a millimetre of nozzle sticking out through the surface.
Satisfied with the result, he pulled out his trolley of rubber paints. "At least I don't have skin tone to worry about now!" he quipped. He picked up the black paint and applied it to the soles of his feet while he was still on the table. Once they dried he could then return the boy into a standing position.
Now mixing up the metallic red and metallic blue that would make up the majority of his costume he applied it with incredible precision where it was needed and allowed them to dry.
Jay was completely covered in the red and blue and as it forever fused to his hard wax body, it grew more shiny as if the layer was polishing itself.
He painted the whites of his eye markings and then edged them in black.
Picking up a small flat device he placed it on Jay's chest. It slowly unfurled and stuck to his painted chest forming the trademark spider symbol. Deep within the boy's throat, the device came to life and the tendrils spread throughout insides of the statue's body, connecting to the wrist devices and completing their journey by joining to the chest symbol. A discrete button appeared within the symbol.
Choosing a dark grey paint filled a piping syringe and as skillfully as he had used the artist's brush he went over and applied the web effect over the boy's entire costume.
Ben had given up trying to remove the wax cock and from there Jay managed to return to lucidity to find himself feeling weird. The Caretaker had brought a full length mirror to his eyes to see that he had fully become the legendary wall crawler.
"How do you feel now Jay?" the Caretaker asked as he brushed his hand up to the boy's shiny painted chest and firmly pushed the hidden button....